Dimensional Descent

Another silence fell over the gardens as Leonel didn't respond immediately. But, it was clear that this was less about Leonel not wanting to respond and more about him being uncertain of how to.

His grandfather had just saved his life. There was no way around this, this was the truth of the matter. Was it truly so easy to spit in the face of someone who had done such a thing for you, especially when your personality was like Leonel's?

But at that same time, Leonel had been growing such animosity for this very same grandfather of his for so long. Yet, just when he had the opportunity to give the man a piece of his mind, this happened. It was as though the world was playing a joke on him.

That said, Leonel also didn't feel right just welcoming this grandfather with open arms. All of his actions ran diametrically opposed to everything Leonel stood for.

"If you have such strength, why do you never do anything with it?"

Leonel finally spoke, his gaze matching his grandfather's. He didn't particularly have any anger to speak of, in fact it was currently just as emotionless as it was when he was in the midst of battle. But maybe, in some ways, this was exactly that. Just another battle.

What Leonel didn't expect after he said these words, though, was for a stifling aura to suddenly envelop him.

However, it became very clear, very quickly that this aura wasn't from his grandfather. But, rather, from this silent uncle of his.

Still, this aura that felt like a wall of water became a drizzle just as quickly as it took for Leonel's grandfather to raise his hand.

some reason,

again, a slight cold breeze seemed to

strength as

for the fact Leonel hadn't released her hand and she knew that they weren't

expected more from you." Emperor Fawkes said lightly. "This isn't a world where you can say such things. Not only is

lash out at these words. He replied simply and just as

ask you, as

another hand pre-emptively. This time, he sent a look toward his son, warning him that this should be the last time he should waste his

Prince swallowed his rage and stood in place, his back ramrod straight and his gaze locked

no doubt that they would be shocked beyond belief. This was a man who was known for his stoicism no matter what the situation. For him to have lost his temper not just once, but twice, and even in

voice. They do not have the right to demand, nor do they have any right to direct the actions of

like The Empire and The Slayer Legion made it as clear as possible. Those

to be worth a damn in this

weren't born with backing, talent, or both, you were finished. In fact, Leonel would have long since died dozens of times over if not for having such

was his life more valuable than others? Why was it that he could stand here while his friends had to be

Leonel could even think